The Elder's Mate

Eighteen - Sage

His back connected with the ground before the back of his head, his locs a wild mess around his head. The pain barely registered as he shook the sand off. Swiftly, he recovered and shot to his feet as his assailant rushed him. This time, however, he was not going down easily. Not when he was this close.

He was an Elite hunter. Second in command to the Blue Spear Clan. Pup to an Elder with five kiande amedha Queen skulls adorning his wall. Trained by that very Yautja.

A female would not make a fool of him so publicly.

Dhare snarled and caught the female Yautja by the waist with an arm, her body spinning through the air as he brought her down. She landed with a heavy thud on her knees in the sand. Her tied up inky locs fell from their tie as she whipped her head around and roared another challenge, her mandibles spread wide.

He scoffed, lowering his body until he was bent at the knees, arms thrown out to the sides and returned the favor — spittle and all. Seeing the female in such a prone position made his blood sing in anticipation at what was to come. Forcing her into submission would prove him a worthy male to her.

The Elite smirked and shook his locs about his head chuffing playfully. He purred suggestively as he caught the female mid-attack and forced her back onto her knees, one of his large hands caressing her beautiful russet skin while the other held her down by the nape of her neck. Beneath his touch her skin was heated, the color contrasting beautifully against the golden tan sand that covered the ground beneath them.

Filling in for his sire was just what he needed to let off the steam. His veins pumped with excitement from the tussle with the slender female in his grasp.

Too long had passed since he had last seeded a female. He enjoyed the challenge. Doing government work had a tendency to make one soft if they didn't keep up their training, something he took part in daily. The Hunt was too deep in his body and soul to let it go to waste to become weak.

Great things were in store for those who proved themselves worthy and he...he was worthy as one could be.

Dhare ripped the female's loincloth away and fell to his knees. She tried one last time to claw at him but it was fruitless as soon as he buried his cock inside of her. The female snarled in defeat, his roar of victory outshining her. All around him the crowd pounded their fists and bellowed mighty roars.

He was the first male to make his female submit.

His hips slapped against her muscled cheeks as he pistoned his cock in and out of the female. He buried his claws into her hips as he pauked the female, his sack slapping against her skin noisily. Together they growled and grunted in ecstasy for all to hear.

Dhare became lost in the sensation of hitting that proverbial peak. The female had put up such a good fight that it was going to take him sooner to orgasm, a coil tightening in his lower abdomen as his body readied to pump her full of his seed. Her insides gripped his cock rhythmically when she orgasmed.

She clawed wildly at the ground as he continued to pauk her, not yet there. Soon enough he roared once more, a savage outburst as his seed pumped in waves into the female's waiting womb, ready to take his seed. With how much he filled her with, he was sure that their coupling would no doubt result in a pup in a little more than half a cycle. Even as he pulled his cock out, some cum leaking out onto the sand, he felt a primeval instinct that told him that indeed he had just added to his bloodline.

A pup of his was sought after by females. They wanted the strongest and most capable of hunters to sire their young. The weak were unworthy and had a harder time getting the attention of a female.